Going down the highway
Singing as I go
Around the curves
My Harley and I
The cars zip past
The drivers blow their horns
As we ride on
My Harley and I
Sleek as can be
A beauty to see
Run like the wind
My Harley and I
Pick up the speed
Face the breeze
Its such a thrill
My Harley and I
Harleys are the best
Fast as can be
Long and sleek
A Harley with me on the back
Sitting in style
With lots of grace
I have style
Riding my Harley
No other place
I would rather be
Then riding my Harley
With my hair blowing in the breeze
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